This choice: Hinata does pony play Naruto • Go Back...Chapter #11Hinata does pony play Naruto by: Unknown Cleaning the bathroom had been horrible. Naruto hadn't even finished with the shower when his toothbrush's bristles had become frayed and misshapen beyond any semblance of usefulness. In addition to this, Hanabi had been told Naruto would be cleaning the bathroom, so she made it her mission to make his job as miserable as possible which included a small puddle of urine. He might have gone for a towel or a mop, but there were no such things to be found in the bathroom and Hinata had locked him in until the job was finished. In desperation, he had lapped it up with his tongue. When he was done with the shower, he worked on the sink which was fairly clean already.
The toilet was a nightmare. Public toilets were cleaner than this one. The entire Hyuga clan must have desecrated this in order to heap up Naruto's troubles. He scrubbed though for over an hour until he was sure it could not be any cleaner. He looked at his toothbrush. The bristles drooped or went off in strange directions. He ran it under the faucet several times before finally he began to brush. The taste was horrible. "Perhaps," he thought, "once mistress has seen what a good job I've done cleaning, she will be kind and give me a new toothbrush. Or at least let me take out this cucumber." This thought made him happy. Being a slave had taught him that; how to find happiness in the simple things in life.
Naruto knocked on the door to signal he had completed his task. It took a few minutes before Hinata opened the door. With one knee bent to the ground and his head bowed before his mistress, he watched her bare feet as she circled the bathroom, inspecting his work. Finally, she spoke. "This will do for now. You may remove the cucumber." Naruto breathed a sigh of relief. He was happy, but not because of the cucumber. He was happy that his mistress was pleased with his work. "Now I want you to go to the stalls. Hanabi has something for you. Oh, and drop the cucumber off at the kitchen. Thats going to be your dinner."
Naruto had been to the stalls before. He'd spent a lot of time cleaning up after the various animals owned by the Hyuga clan. The first time, he'd missed a turd which Hinata stepped in and had him lick clean. And then she'd stepped in it again. And again.
Hanabi was smirking at Naruto as she leaned against the stall door that had always stayed locked during his previous visits. "You ready for this?" She asked sadistically as she turned the key and opened the door. Inside were various straps and harnesses too small for a horse. Indeed, they were human sized. He was made strip down again. As he removed his frilly underwear, Hanabi hit him in the groin with a riding crop. He doubled over in pain. Hanabi laughed as she took this opportunity to trap Naruto's arms behind his back in a black leather sleeve. Naruto despised Hanabi. She lacked the grace and elegance of Hinata-sama. And yet, he had to serve her as she was sister to his mistress. He endured as she strapped a harness on him and then blinders which obscured his vision completely. Finally, she shoved a bit and bridle. Except for the riding gear, he was naked.
"If you'd said, 'thank you for gearing me up, Hanabi-san', then I might have put some shoes on you. Looks like you'll be running bare-foot today, slave." the young sadist chucked. Naruto turned his head to where he thought her voice was coming from and tried to say "please" or "thank you" but the bit made every sound unintelligible. He was led by the balls to what he guessed must be a cart. He felt the leather straps shift as Hanabi hooked him in and then fit a reign onto the bridle. Then he heard, and felt the shaking as she jumped up into the cart. He stood there, unable to see, only to feel, hear, and smell. Right now, he smelled the thick scent of the stables and knew he would be required to clean it soon. Eventually, he heard soft foot falls coming across the dirt and straw. A hand rand up and down various portions of his body, tracing the lines etched by his muscles until he felt breath on his ear, and then heard Hinata whisper into his ear, "This is going to be fun, slave."
Hinata stepped lightly into the cart and then let loose a lash across Naruto's shoulders. He knew what this meant and he began running. It was difficult at first, but once the cart was rolling, it became a lot easier. Unable to see, he would not know when he was about to step on a rock until it was cutting into his foot. Any cry of pain he might have given off was muffled by the bit. He knew how to maneuver by the way Hinata used the reigns to move his bit. He moved quickly and for what it was worth, tried to make the ride smooth. Not to avoid the lash, but to keep his mistress pleased. This is just as well as Hanabi had taken hold of the riding crop and found great amusement in swinging it for all it was worth. As he ran down the streets, the blinders kept him from seeing the gawkers that looked on in horror and awe at the mostly naked boy pulling the beautiful heir of the Hyuga clan and her younger sister. He did however, hear them. Some of them were voices he knew. They whispered among themselves wondering how the energetic dreamer who had plans of becoming Hokage had been reduced to a beast of burden by Hinata.
"So where are we going?" Hanabi asked after raising a series of welts on their slave's back.
"I've heard that the Yamanaka flower shop is in financial trouble and that they've decided to sell their daughter to pay their debts. I thought we might need another slave as this one is fairly substandard."
Beneath the blinders, Naruto's eyes watered. He would have preferred his mistress use the whip. He had been so happy believing that he served Hinata well.
"I might not though, it is such a beautiful day to just go for a ride with one's little sister, after all."  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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